Gordian Orgias

[FragranceofMtDew]

Another day, another stop on the road, or so it went for Priscilla. This village seemed like any other, hopefully having a nice place to stay and someone willing to pay her for some work since her pockets were always a little on the light side. It didn't take long for her to stumble upon a bar fight between orcs as she wandered the market. Well, only two were actually fighting with the rest just watching so maybe it was just a friendly bout? Orcs were weird like that. Priscilla decided to move closer to take a good look and once she's in a good position to observe she removes the massive greatsword strapped to a back, letting it hit the ground with a thud that was sure to get attention. She says nothing, only sighing in relief as she is freed of the heavy swords weight, but hopefully this would get the message across that Priscilla is ready to step in should the fight get out of hand or any bystanders become involved.

[LillyMacow]

Priscilla

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Two of the four orcs watching turn to you "Looking for trouble miss?" one says who is holding a large rock mace and has a bear skin on his shoulders. "Boss don't want us to start a big fight so you'll have to wait ill your misbreed fuck pal is done getting his ass beat." he says mockingly pointing with a thumb behind him at the half human half orc in the fight. You also notice a terrified bar tender hiding behind the counter, when she sees you she runs to you and hugs your arm, "Thank god! are you the with the guards, that orc knocked me over and is threatening to kidnap me and-" she starts mumbling nonsense frantically.

[FragranceofMtDew]

Alright, it seemed as though Priscilla's first instincts were correct and this was indeed a situation that required her intervention. 4 on 1 could get a little dicey though, so she would have to hope that the half orc won his fight and was indeed on her side. First though, she attends to the woman hugging her arm. "There there, it'll be alright now so just calm down." Priscilla whispers softly, patting the frantic woman's head with her free hand in an attempt to soothe her.

"I'm not with the guards though so if you could run and get them, that would help us all out a lot. I'll hold them off here." She continues, gently removing the woman's hands from her arm so she can heft her sword into the air with both hands, crouching down into her fighting stance and keeping her blade pointed directly at the orc in front of her. "I think you and your friends should be leaving now. Even if you beat me, it won't be long before the guards show up."

[LillyMacow]

Priscilla:

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The girl nods her head and runs off down the alley. "Not until boss man beats the crap out of the half breed." The bear one says lifting his mace over his soldier. "Now don't get involved. You have such a pretty face, i'd hate to brake it.

[Sundance]

Coria looked more then disapointed as the reptilian half-breed walked off. It would have been too fascinating to ask her all these questions she had. Still there were at least to cross-breeds left and the fire of science was awoken.She barely lisening to Irassars she walked around her, looking all over her body. "Yes, a meal would be nice too, havent eaten for days...can i ask you some questions?" Without waiting for an answer she moves her face far too close to her ears. "Who was the felid part in your family? Does your tail move on its own? The fur, does it have any cognitive abilities or does it just keep you warm?...and can i pet your head?" She quickly moved back in fornt off her, a big smile on her face.
Meanwhile the brawl on the other side seems to get worse and worse. Slowly the smile disappeared on her face. "These uncivilized ruffians."

[LillyMacow]

Melsandra:

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Walking towards the tailor she came across a much better cobbled bath, the street was flanked by colorful tents that where being set up by many peasants. It seemed out of place in such a run down town, but never the less she did find a tailor here as well if she was interested in something a bit more lavish. A man wearing an elegant robe was walking through looking disapprovingly of all the peasants. There where 8 guards each suited with blue and yellow fabric over chain mail. 2 of them where female, and their armor hardly seemed fair as it was just a dark blue tutu like skirt, stalking, and armor with the midriff showing. No doubt they didn't value women as much for combat so much as show.

Gillian:

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A young half gnome enters what he thought was a small quite town through a loud street covered in lavish, by the towns standards, tents which appeared to still be under construction. 3 people of note was who appeared to be a noble of near by kingdom, a half dragon women, and finally a young girl setting up her own small tent. She was haing some trouble and was sweating, tying her shirt around her chest to cool down.

[DeltaSynergy]

Gillan looked around the town, clutching his hammer tightly.

"Alright, new town, new faces, hopefully new techniques and designs."

Spotting a girl having some difficulty setting up her tent, he went over and helped tie the knot and hammer the pins solidly into the ground.

"There. That should hold up your tent. Oh, do you know of any blacksmiths in this town?"

[CrimsonNutcase37]

Grond scowled when his first blow didn't take the Orc down to one knee. Great, it just meant he had to hit harder then usual. For a second there, he forgot he wasn't fighting against a human. When the Orc tried to charge him arm's outstretched, Grond's eyes narrowed before he moved, charging in himself in an attempt to knock the orc off his feet by hooking an arm around his leg and pulling while delivering a hard fist to the gut

[FragranceofMtDew]

Priscilla merely smirks confidently at the orcs warning. "Awww, thanks. But it's a little too late for flattery. Maybe next time if you can talk that smoothly you won't have to resort to threats and violence to get a few lady friends." She inches forward as she speaks and once she's in range to strike, she swings her sword in a wide arc at the orc in front of her. Even if it doesn't hit, hopefully it can force him back and keep him out of her zone.

[LillyMacow]

Gillan:

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"Thank you! There should be a blacksmith down in the market square, its just down the hill" She says smiling as she rests under a tree.

Grond:

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You manage to halt his advance and even push him backward a bit. "You're stronger then I thought, I'll give you that." He then knees you in the stomach, you arnt knocked down but you certainly couldn't advance on him for the moment. "Sadly, the bitch is gone so I have no business here anymore." He turns around and begins to walk away the rest of his team following behind him one of whom was clenching his left eye.
(strength roll: 10+5= 15, his roll 12+7= 19

Priscilla:

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Your swing miraculously clips the orcs eye causing him to fall back clenching it. "You bitch! You're gonna regret this!" two of the other orcs pull him back as they appeared to be leaving pushing through the crowd that had formed.
(Strength roll: 17+4=21, his roll 14+5= 19

[Firehead]

Mel looked over the man and his body guards. While she was near a tailor already this man appeared to be better dressed, and she wondered if he'd gotten his outfit locally. The two female guards didn't impress her much as she didn't see the point in entrusting your safety to someone so ineffectively protected. She decided it was worth it to at least learn where he shopped for his attire. She approached the man but did not get close enough to worry his guards and called to him, "Excuse me sir, I was wondering if you got your fine clothing anywhere around here. I am in need of a new outfit myself."

[LillyMacow]

Mel:

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The man looks you over and smirks before looking forward again. One of the guards on your side of him barks at you "Do not speak to a noble unless you are invited to!" he points his pole arm at you to emphasize his aggression. The guard next to the guard who spoke runs up to you. "Sorry miss, he dosent like talking to peasants, nothing personal, only us guards can come near him on excursions like this" he says scratching his head

[lights_shadow]

The felid blinks at the barrage of questions and giggles faintly. "Well... Both my parents are felid, so everyone that I know is my family are... My tail.. Tends to do what I want to and my fur is for keeping myself and people that I hug warm." She winks at the traveler. "As for the last on, maybe tonight you if you want cuddle later." She looks over at the brawling orcs and rolls her eyes. "Well... The inn is a little... Busy with uncivilized brutes and that's got the best food in town." She then looks at the angel. "So, she traveling what about you? What's brought you to this little backwater?"

[FragranceofMtDew]

Priscilla gives the now retreating orc an icy glare. "You have only yourself to blame. Quit using your strength to bully the weak or else I'll take your other eye as well when next we meet." She shouts after him before sighing in relief and taking out a cloth to wipe the blood off her blade. Once it is clean, she reattaches her sword to her back and turns to survey the crowd that had gathered to watch. "Is anyone hurt?" She asks, looking in particular at the half orc who had been fighting as well. "I'm no doctor but I'd be more than happy to escort anybody to one if needed."

[Sundance]

Coria eyes were glowing with interest as she looked as the felid. So many nights had she spend reading books about other races and there ways, and now she could talk with one. "So you are not a crossbreed, but a pureblood?" Again her curiosity took the best of her. "Cu..Cuddle? Why yes. I used to have a cat, but then we were stuck on sea for a month and we had to cook her, i kinda miss Fluffy." The rumble at the inn seemed to ease up a little and again Coria was looking at the woman and the half-orc. There were so many interesting things about these brutish creatures. "Excuse me for a moment, i will be right back." She shortly bowed down then run over. "Sombody called for a doctor?" The outcast asked, knowing that she wasnt really a doctor, but again, she had read a book about basic medicine, and was ready to learn more about it. "Coria del Lunario, at your service."

[LillyMacow]

Coria & Priscilla:

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One man who had apparently tried to fright one of the orcs says "I don't feel, to good after one of the orcs hit me in the head, I live just down the street, I should be fine if I go to bed." he looks at coria wobbling a bit expecting her to take him their as he couldn't walk back on his own.

[reaperfrost8]

Gherman was unsure as to what to say to the cat lady "well.. I don't really know how to explain it but I was kinda teleported here by a love god , I have no idea why I am here I've well never been in a town or city before this is all knew to me" as Gherman tries to explain he forgot to tell them his "where are my manners my names Gherman" as he waves his hello.

[Firehead]

Mel was bothered by the way the man had snubbed her, but she wasn't in a position to do anything about it. For now she simply sneered while walking away, remembering the man's face for later in case she should ever see him again. She went to the tailor that Irissars had directed her to hoping to finally get some more suitable attire.

[LillyMacow]

Mel:

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Entering the small talors store you see a large man standing behind the counter. The lighting is dim and the clothes range from what are essential nicely stitched together rags to simple but nice dresses, however, with the change comes a price. The nicer dresses cost upward of 3 gold, though it is likely the man could be persuaded to lower the price just for you.

[lights_shadow]

Irissars gave the bird-man a toothy grin at the introduction. "You know... That sounds really weird... But I'm not really one that knows much about all the finger-waggling-stuff or gods." She wrinkles her nose. "Besides, there's not any love here... Just lusty men." She then smirks. "And with how girly you look you may need to keep an on them." She snickers. "Usually you avians avoid me... You should be safe though, you don't look like you have enough meat on you to make a good meal." She stretches lazily and looks around. "If you want I could probably help you with those bandits when... Ugh... What's-Her-Face gets back, I'll need to get changed and grab my knives but something to help me get out of here would be nice."